His eyes continued their way down to her slender legs and to her feet that were clad in a pair of elegant black heels that had straps snaking up her a...kles.While David was in this mesmerized state, he didn’t notice that she was now looking back at him. His eyes were slowly rising back up her sensual body when he caught her inquisitive glance and froze. He wanted to look away but it didn’t seem right. He wanted to smile but could only manage a minor grin. It wasn’t long before she noticed his. They debated as to whether to proceed, but agreed it would look suspicious to suddenly leave, plus they might still be able to find out some useful information.There were close to a hundred men milling about talking. They saw several other women wearing masks and outfits similar to their own, mixing with the men. Music was being piped in and the food buffet was a series of low tables down one side of the room. The drinks were already flowing freely. Jennifer saw a few men she recognized, a. Masjena now knew it was matter of scent. To the nose of a lucrus the scent of man say both "prey" and "rival."Days passed. Masjena had to stop and hunt, but the pull to travel to the highlands became ever stronger. She began tapping into instinct and knowledge that she never realized she could. Worn between the need to travel and the need for food, her humanity became an ever thinner thread. Until -- finally -- it snapped.It was a yearling melk calf who triggered the break. He had blundered. As she took a look at herself in the mirror, an admiring look that seemed to be aimed directly at me, my cock sprang to attention and it dawned on me that while I would not have left this already uncomfortable seat for anything in the world, I would be enduring an exquisite form of torture. The girl peeled off her shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra. I glared at her small pert breasts as they rose gently when her pale nipples tightened. My mouth was dry and my prick hurt with desire. .